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Cuz we have a problem. He indicates out to the Bullpen. Donnie and Janet look. Jordan watches as Donnie marches toward the Broker in a bowtie The Broker in a bowtie looks on, horrified. On cocksucking, motherfucking new issue day?! Dozen of Brokers and Sales Assistants look over as Donnie snatches up the fish.

Now the entire Bullpen looks over. With the flair of a showman, Donnie pops the fish in his mouth, swallowing it whole. The Brokers cheer wildly. Donnie jumps down, gets in the face of the Broker in a bowtie: Bowtie is stunned. Jordan smiles, crosses to greet him. Ready to get rich?

And as they ad lib greetings, settle in at the couch: Steve Madden, the shoe designer, was a childhood friend of Donnie's, but I didn't hold that against him. Remember those ads, those giant-headed girls with bug eyes wearing those big clunky shoes?

The company blew up and we were now taking it public. With Jordan and Donnie looking on from nearby, Steve Madden approaches a microphone on the raised platform, in his hands several shoe boxes. The place slowly comes to order. Jordan motions for him to calm down. When I was sixteen, my friends were out chasing girls, but I was learning about women's shoes. We can't fucking hear you! Anyway, my first job was at a shoe store like I said where I worked in the stockroom.

Not like that. Get a fucking life! Boos, hisses. Steve looks at Jordan, who motions for him to speed up. He grabs a shoe from one of the boxes. A half-eaten grapefruit lands at Steve's feet.

In a flash, Jordan rushes over, grabs the mic-- Huge applause, with stomping feet; howling, etc. It's because this man is a creative genius.

Steve's power, his gift -- is that he creates trends. Artists like Steve come along once a century! Andy Warhol! Giorgio Armani! Who knows how high this stock could go? The 20s? The 50s? The 80s? Jordan motions for quiet. See that little black box in front of you? It's called a telephone.

Now I'm gonna let you in on a little secret about this telephone -- it won't dial itself! That's right -- until you take some action, it's nothing more than a worthless hunk of plastic, like a loaded M16 without a trained Marine to pull the trigger.

And in the case of the telephone, it's the action of you, a highly trained Strattonite, a killer who will not take no for an answer! A person who will not hang up the phone until his client either downloads or fucking dies! The Brokers go crazy. Jordan looks around. That phone is the great equalizer! I've been rich, and I've been poor and I choose rich every time. Brokers go nuts, fighting over it like a home-run ball.

But before you depart this room full of winners, I want you to take a good look at the person next to you, because one day in the not-so- distant future, you'll be sitting at a red light in your beat-up old Pinto, and that person's gonna pull up in a brand new Porsche, with their gorgeous young wife at their side. And who will you be next to?

Some ugly beast with three days of razor-stubble in a sleeveless moo-moo, crammed in next to you with a carload of groceries from the fucking Price Club! He scans the Brokers; they're on the edge of their seats. Are you behind on your credit card bills? Pick up the phone and start dialing.

Is your landlord threatening to evict you? Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking loser? Pick up the phone and start fucking dialing!

I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich! I want you to go out and spend money! Leverage yourself, back yourself into a corner, let the consequences of failure become so fucking unthinkable that you'll have no choice but to do whatever it takes to win!

To your clients! To this firm!

An obligation to yourself, godammit! You ram Steve Madden stock down your clients' throats and make them choke on it till they download 20, shares! Be aggressive!

Be ferocious! Be telephone fucking terrorists!! He strides between cubicles, briefcase in hand. He enters -- B INT. Of course I couldn't have done this without help. I'd leaked the word on Wall Street that Stratton was a downloader up until twenty. So not only were we pushing Madden, all the big firms were too. As long as they knew I'd download the shares back at the top of the market, they'd drive the price up as high as I fucking wanted. JORDAN Of the two million shares being offered for sale, a million belonged to me, held in phony accounts by my ratholes.

Once the price hit the high teens, I-- Jordan abruptly stops. They toast, then each pop ludes, which they wash down with champagne. A quick knock; Janet pops her head in.

Barry Kleinman from Future Video? He says it's urgent. Curious, Jordan leans over, hits the speaker phone: Listen, I got a subpoena. The FBI wants a copy of your wedding video. On Jordan. The F-B-fucking-I? Name's Denham, he's an agent in the New York office. What's his problem?

He's a boy scout, thinks you're Gordon Gekko. He's hoping it rattles you, or maybe your wife, so that she starts nagging you to turn witness. He wants me to rat on myself? No one but him even knows who you are.

First off, you don't fuck with these guys, not that way. Secondly, I got a P. Anybody does that should be your lawyer. What you do is eat your dinner, drink your drink, and forget about it. Cuz as far as I hear he doesn't have shit. Jordan nods, wheels turning, pretending to do as told. C'mon aboard! They look up. Denham shares a look with his cohort: Moments later, they step aboard.

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Belfort, I'm Agent Denham. This is Agent Hughes. This is Nicole and, um Girls, Patrick and? Your message said you wanted to speak privately. The Hookers head below deck. Jordan shoots Denham a wink-- check out that ass! Got wine open or any kinda booze. Shrimp and lobster're over there if you're hungry.

Jordan surprised: Have a seat, will ya? Ever been on one of these before? As Jordan rifles through some papers, Denham's eyes scan the deck, casually cataloguing everything. Learned to sail when I was six. Just had her extended to put a chopper on the back. Jordan points out the Bell-Jet helicopter. Jordan finds the file he's been looking for, offers it.

Friends, clients. I even threw in the seating chart. Heard that's why you wanted the video, figured this'd expedite whatever it is you're doing. Denham looks: I know you're investigating Stratton but for the life of me I can't figure out why. Sure, my company is unorthodox; what brokerage isn't? Maybe we're a little louder than most but we don't do anything illegal.

Talk to the SEC, they'll tell you, they checked us out up and down. We pursue criminal activity. You guys take on real crime. Which is why I'm so curious: The reason Jordan asked him here, Denham realizes. Some higher-up felt your shop needed looking into after all that press, fell on me to do the looking. Goldman, Lehman Brothers, Merrill. This internet stock bullshit? Jordan sizes him up: Water for your pal?

Denham demurs Rumor is your started out in finance. Even got your broker's license before you joined the bureau.

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We get a free handgun out of it, though, that doesn't suck. Take this kid we had interning last year. Didn't want to be a broker, wanted to be an environmental scientist or something, he had a student loan debts up to his eyeballs.

Anyway, his mom gets sick, all they can afford is third-rate care. Some of us got together, made an investment on his behalf and -- boom -- overnight everything changes, she's seeing the best doctors in the country. Sadly, didn't work out, she passed but still: Knowing someone with the right relationships, who's discreet. I can change a life almost every day.

They measure each other. Denham summons Agent Hughes over. To Jordan: Jordan declines with a smile; to Agent Hughes I believe Mr. Belfort just tried to bribe a federal officer. I was making conversation. With an exact dollar figure attached?

All I said was "north" of half a million. According to the U. Criminal Code, that dog won't hunt, Pat. That you wouldn't bend the rules other agents might. He was right. Plus you sail on a yacht fit for a Bond villain, sometimes you gotta act the part. Jordan puts his hands up: Now get off my boat. But you, you got this way all on your own. Good for you, Jordan.

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I'm absolutely certain we'll see each other again. Just think what a hero I'll be in the office when the bureau seizes it. Jordan watches him go, temper flaring: He calls after them: I'm gonna eat a claw of lobster now as I get my cock sucked by Heidi down below.

You have a super ride home on the subway thinking about that! He was a numbers guy, a follow-the- fucking-money'er. He wasn't gonna come at me through my guys, looking for a weak link and a quick kill.

He was gonna come at me like an accountant would, the way Ness got Capone, through my books. Which meant? It was ass- covering time. What the fuck is in Switzerland? Rugrat set up a meeting with a Swiss Banker he knew from law school who could launder our money, but it wasn't till noon the next day. Jordan glances at his watch, washes down a few ludes. I knew if I timed my lude intake right, I'd sleep through the entire overnight flight.

At four p. I popped a few ludes, which started kicking in by the time I finished our sales meeting. This was the tingle phase.

By dinner I popped a few more on top of some cocktails and an valium or two. The slur phase. By eight thirty I'd done a few more and pretty much lost my motor skills. This was the drool phase. And by ten I didn't know who or what I was doing -- the amnesia phase. We boarded the plane just before midnight.

Look at you! And as he hugs her, then stumbles toward his seat Jordan's eyes flicker open. He yawns, looks around, tries to get up; he can't move. He looks down, sees six seat belts restraining his arms and legs. Jordan looks over at Donnie, mouth agape, asleep next to him. Donnie, wake up. You think this is funny? He almost tasered you. This was fucking great. I hadn't laundered a dime yet and already I was under arrest. Worse yet was the plastic baggie of ludes that Donnie'd stuffed up his ass.

But before he could even get a hemorrhoid-- A INT. They shake Jordan's hand and he leaves. Jordan emerges with Rugrat and Donnie. The lobby is ultra-modernist. At last! Nicholas has told me so much. This is some lobby you got. We gave our designer an unlimited budget and he exceeded it.

You must tell me all about your adventure with the stewardess over coffee! They disappear upstairs. Come here, little guy Only sometimes the English are chauffeurs and the chefs are French. The Germans, alas, are always mechanics; no one wants to grant them more authority than that. Polite laughter. Jordan, not as impressed by the fish, cuts straight to the point: Justice Department investigation?

Ca depend on what? More chuckles. Through Jordan's forced smile: What I'm asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over. I understand perfectly, you American shitheel.

Saurel smiles. But there are very few Swiss laws pertaining to your "rumored" improprieties. Which is why Mr. Azoff's joke is most appropriate: If the U. We would wipe our ass with it. Everyone's impressed. Except Jordan. Then you'd have to cooperate. Assuming the account is under your name. However, if it were in the name of a nominee of yours They take each other in. Was that yodeling I just heard or did you just say what I thought you said?

As the meeting wraps up with handshakes, Jordan's V. He was telling me to use a rathole. Problem was: What I needed was somebody with a European passport. I'll fund it, and I'll pay you really well for your trouble. It's all quite racy, isn't it? Of course if you ever got in trouble, I'd come forward in two seconds, say I duped you, but even still.

I really do have everything I need. How about a bigger apartment so your grandkids can sleep over? Aunt Emma notices that Jordan is sweating, fidgety. He's jonesing. They sit on a nearby bench. After a while: Sex addict too. Jordan looks at her. Jordan looks at her and smiles: Is she fucking hitting on me? I put it on myself. It's hard to learn to relax. She is hitting on me! Holy shit! Jordan leans in closer, casually slips an arm around her. Is he fucking hitting on me? He leans in even closer, kisses her, then: And I'll take care of everything over here.

There's a curious thunk-thunk-thunk. When I got home, I realized there was no way Aunt Emma could smuggle that much cash by herself. I racked my brain for another person with a foreign passport. The bed's covered with bundles of cash.

Every thrust of Jordan's, another bundle plummets to the floor -- thunk. As Brad keeps taping her up: As a successful drug dealer, Brad spent his winters in the South of France, which is where he met his wife Chantalle, a stripper of Slovenian origin but born in, of all places, Switzerland. Eet erts! BRAD Shut up, bitch. Donnie can't help but start laughing at this. Take eet off! Brad seethes at this but keeps taping Jordan looks on with Brad, Donnie and now Naomi.

BRAD We'll get her parents to tape up too.

They got Swiss passports. Plus her brother and his wife. Five people, six-seven trips? BRAD I dunno, not much. Fuck, they'd probably do it just for the miles. I got a few mil of my own I wanna move. I'll call you, you can come pick it up. And you can come "pick it up. Jordan joins Brad.

BRAD Don't make me deal with this fucknut, okay? He's just high is all. BRAD I dunno if he's stupid or a junkie but he's a loose fuckin' cannon. I don't trust him and I don't want him around me.

I thought he was your best customer. BRAD I only sell to him cuz he's your friend. Brad stews. It's asking a lot. I have a limit of how much of that douchebag I can take. Donnie emerges from where he's been eavesdropping. Well, whose fucking idea was it made us all this money?!! Who fucking knew Steve Madden?!! This douchebag!! So go fuck yourself a little! Brad slaps Donnie so hard across the face he goes down. The next day, Aunt Emma flew to Geneva, two million in cash in her carry-on.

She laughs with Saurel. He emerges, briefcase in hand. Kung fu! Donnie starts doing spastic karate moves. Is he high? Sure looks like it. Brad looks pissed, and Donnie starts laughing. Actually he's dead sober. Jesus, the look on your face. Brad isn't laughing Hey, sorry if I got outta line the other day, I was just, that was the drugs talking BRAD S'cool, just It'd be so cool having you around, man.

BRAD growing impatient Yeah, well DONNIE You'd be one of us, we'd go out- partying together, you wouldn't have to dress like a mall rat guinea prison bitch all the time. Donnie grins, obviously still smarting from Brad's slap. Brad just wants to take the money and be done. BRAD Give me the money. He nudges his partner: Take eet off, Bra-hod! BRAD I'm gonna give you a pass. BRAD Yes. Just gimme the money. That does it. Brad attacks. Donnie throws the case at him, which opens on impact, money spilling out.

Brad instinctively tries to contain it Here comes the patrol car. BRAD Shit! Donnie bolts. With no time to get to his car, Brad takes off on foot, bleeding briefcase in hand, toward a video store where he stashes his. Don't move! Each seeks to break free of imposed rules. Now, as Cettie dreams of living above and as Sera is drawn to the world below, they will follow the paths of their own choosing. But both girls will be needed for the coming storm that threatens to overturn both their worlds.

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